Kids skulls getting broke Thrashers getting drunk Guy in a "Slayer" shirt Wreckin' with the Punks Acting like a lunatic Living for the day Broken bodies bloodied Get the fuck out of his way
Bullet belt, high tops Skin-tight Jeans Long hairs, Punk kids Mohawks dyed green
Nose smashed, bloody wreck Tearing up the gig Bar-thrashed, beer-split Finger to the pigs Moshing like a maniac Thrashing every night Set the pit ablaze, yeah? And start a friendly fight
Bullet belt, high tops Skin-tight Jeans Long hairs, and Thrashers Drunk and high on weed
Break-neck velocity Thrash 'til you're dead
Dances like a drunken clown Elbows up-when the lights go down Stage-dive! Head first! Smashed his teeth... ... never looked what's underneath
Broke his nose at an "Exodus" gig Fractured his skull And he bruised five ribs Held together by screws and pins Still can't wait 'til the mosh begins Neck-ache, break-neck Hurting everywhere Bruised rib, fat lip Vomit in his hair Skanking like an idiot Thrashing every-day Drunk-stoned psychopaths Metal is their way
Bullet belt, high tops Skin-tight Jeans Long hairs, Skankers Mean moshing machine